sad poetry
The cathartic nature of poetry makes it one of the best outlets to channel feelings of sadness, emotional turmoil, grief and despair.
Waiting on a Grain
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for March 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (March 2024 – John Paul Caponigro's “Alignment II”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC24Mar.jpg?ssl=1
Rae Fairchild (MRB)Published a day ago in PoetsA Single Wire and a Skittle Wrapper
Life is like a river You just have to go with it In my mind You are the closet thing there is to flawless No one affects me
The Punching Bag
You and I are the same, we get beaten up for pleasure. We are hung by a rope or a chain, dangling in the air waiting for every punch to be the last,
Angel AdagioPublished a day ago in PoetsSign
Give me a sign. Am I running out of time? Anxious to see you soon, Missing your presence in the room. Time was drawing near for me to leave.
Zakari RungePublished a day ago in PoetsTotality
Ever so briefly we shared time Coming together as one our Love burnt brightly, beautifully, It had the time it needed Photos and letters
Umbra
Eternity began when we kissed under the stars Creating an everlasting truth of our Love, burning and burning In the night sky,
The Path of Totality
Ever so quickly we Came together Laughing and loving, inventing a path I began to walk through it but Perhaps you looked the wrong way
The Little Bird
A bird with beautiful wings flew around, never landing in fear of someone taking it. Then they found a group of birds, all with beautiful wings, spread wide and proud.
Kelsey WindsPublished a day ago in PoetsSans Soleil
Eyes opened is a Constant reminder you're not with me Longing to find you in the light I close my eyes Preferring the darkness
Cloud Cover
Every dang time Clouds invade Lingering until Inexorably, the phenomenon Passes, visible for only Scant moments, and the
Natasja RosePublished a day ago in PoetsCycle
Enter Man, to build for all Cycle of Empire's rise and Empire's fall Little remains, little will last Intricate arts and finery made
Tomos JacksonPublished a day ago in PoetsI want to
explore you totally circumnavigate the lengths of your coastlines lose my bearings in your longitudes and latitudes until I become an